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; lowks been dead … playing a lot of dbd …
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; ren6rs on discord if any1 wants to chat more … i am much more active there !!!
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; infected w the idea of krauser’s like son or nephew becoz I’ve been back into metal gear .
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; my bad I died . Errr cb & spec … very active on discord if anyone wants it :3
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▍ t͟.͟avi ; nate HAS unfortunately fallen for the sassy man apocalypse and I am Not sorry at all
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; back to being awake ! Hello world, I have tea and a cookie … ready to respond 07 and a new theme .
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▍ t͟.͟avi ; using russell adler as his fc is so funny to me because yeah … yeahhh … i can see Russ being sassy asf too …
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⠀⠀⠀ what motivates me? (HATRED?)⠀OR IS IT LOVE? ّ⠀
nathaniel (nate) mercer.
⠀⠀ a resident evil (era dependent) org. char. ▍ t͟.͟avi
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▍ t͟.͟avi ; arghhh Wattpad why r u Complciated
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▍ t͟.͟avi ; that was a bitch and a half to format ..
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“ as much as i love to play . i’m in no such mood for games . ”
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@flawedcode ; It’s all good !!!! :3 Nate had seen and will see more fucked up shit but THIS—definitely takes the cake. Hardly any remorse, not a lick of self—hatred, just pure unapologetic behaviour for his actions. “Something tells me even a good childhood wouldn’t have prevented this.” Not spoken from experience, but Sololov’s case felt different, no matter how much love you could have shown, it would have led to the same road. His own stomach twists at that revelation, moreso out of anger, rather than nausea. “Just trying to figure out what made you this way.” He retorts, still eyeing him with that careful gaze of his.
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@outtahell a morbid curiosity followed him since birth , though at first it truly was innocence but now it was crafted into something so atrocious , now transformed into godhood , into believing he was higher than he actually was . yet , some humility remained . albeit barely , sokolov did not believe himself a god , knew he was k(illable) as any other man . that didn’t stop him from believing himself better than some however . “ thank you , i take that as a compliment . ” there it was again , that twisted smile . one that would make anyone uneasy . he wasn’t ashamed of who he was , far from it , men who were already far too gone hardly ever did . “ what ? are you excepting me to lament ? to woe out a tragically dreadful tale ? ‘my father was not a good man ! he beat me every day !’ , is that want you’re so desperate to hear ? ” feinted boredom spread across his face , leaning further into a nearby wall . “ my childhood was no.. what do americans say ? oh , a ‘walk in the park’ but one thing is true . my father was an asshole . Рад , что он умер . ”
geneticisms
" get out! get out and get away! "
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A nod, acknowledgment—the last name Simmon’s sounds familiar, but he doesn’t mention it yet. At least not until he knows more about her, and she isn’t still on guard. “You with anybody else? Anybody I should know about at least.” He pushes, just a bit, still looking at her. Less guarded now, exhaustion sinking into his bones.
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she breaks off a piece of the bar tossed to her and chews quietly, shifting on her feet as the silence stretches between them. when he introduced himself, she looks back over, nodding once before swallowing the small mouthful. " doctor juniper simmons, " she replies, her own name offered up as a sort of weak peace treaty.